The whitish blue aurora
in my garden of yellow and green
slapping my heart with thoughts
from an unshakable yesterday
as I wander through the familiar house
as I wonder if I could ever relax
the mouthed library spoke,
"How, now that you know,
will you be able to escape
the vineyards of your past?
Why, now that you cry
as you nearly slipped off the balcony,
will you still choose to wilt
like those wailing daisies?"
as it now consumes me
as it bites me with its
prideful teeth and
knowledgeable worries
unjustifiable worries
the more I reason
the more I become food
The beds are not for sleeping
as they are red, like my blood
seeping through the cracks of my heart
dripping into the crystal clear pool
bought by the wealth of my pride
my former self
as the dead baby dies once more
as the familiar house burns once more
I can no longer handle
the mirror image of who I was
what I will become
can no longer handle
the image of who I am
Isn't everything but
a role-playing dream
to wonder so much
yet we are still humans
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